thefire

Earlier I found a moth with a broken wing. It was desperatly struggling to get out of my sink. I wonder if I should have killed it, but somehow I didn't have the heart. Am I weak to not kill the "icky" moth or am I humane? Which is the humane choice to let him die in peace of kill him quick? Either way.... I have come across some old poetry. I am starting to get back into writing. For some reason I can't recall what any of the poems I am coming acroos are or were about. Some of them are pretty cool but as to the meaning... Here is one:

Out of nothing we all came to fall
we looked to the skies with infinite
possibilities awaiting a future we didnt
know we had. And now that the warm
embrace of tomorrow has left us,
looking back we wish we had done,
a little more